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Friday, August 03, 2007

Hot in the city tonight

When we were on our way to Trader Joe's this afternoon, the sign giving the time and temperature said that it was 96 degrees at 5 pm. It was fairly scorching, but since I don't leave the house unless it's an emergency or we're out of food, I don't seem to care much about the temperature.

Except that tomorrow we're going to Canobie Lake, which is an ancient New England institution. It's an old time amusement park, like Rye in NY, with rides and a midway packed with cheesy games. I haven't been in so many years, but the kids tend to go at least once a year if not more. We have a big Six Flags park in the western part of the state, and it has a nice big waterpark. Perfect for a day like today. But Canobie Lake does not have a water park. It has a couple of water rides. But no actual lazy river to hang out in all day while the kids are on roller coasters.

I'm not allowed to do rides. Awwwww. I hate rides. HATE THEM. I don't like anything high up in the air that was not put there by nature. Mountains I can handle. Bridges and roller coasters, not so much. Not at all. I'm scared. I'm perfectly happy to admit I'm a mega-wuss. I don't do fast and scary. Life is scary enough, who needs artificially induced fear? Not me.

Since I've become bionic, rides are verboten. It's such a shame! Because I'm going to miss the extreme fear of sitting on some ride gripping my kids necks and saying as loudly as possible, "I hate this I hate this I hate this." That's how I roll, people. Scared. The parks are fearful of the liability. They don't want someone with a gimpy heart dying on their rides. See, they are wimps, too. I'm OK with the rules, as it just makes my life that much easier.

We're going with friends, and they like rides. They'll go on them, I'll find a nice seat in the shade and read. It will be OK. Hot, but OK. The Boy is especially looking forward to this excursion which includes an all-you-can-eat buffet lunch. He's already planned his attack. There is nothing dearer to a teenage boy than the words "all-you-can-eat-buffet." Nirvana on a plate.

The strange thing about Canobie Lake is that it actually sits right on a lake. A big pretty lake. A lake you cannot get near because it is fenced off. It might be torture to sit in the broiling sun staring at a lake I cannot get into. I'm not sure. If there is anyplace that is air conditioned, I plan to find it.

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Blogger JaniceNW said...

What the hell is a Wicked Pissah? Hope you enjoyed your very hot day with no water to swim in. You're bionic? So NBC got their "their new idea" Bionic Woman from you? Cool, I hope you get residuals.

4/8/07 11:22 PM  

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